He was one of the few of his kind that was comfortable in his skin. He was not affected by external influences, which made him feel as if he had to simulate a personality or behavior to fit in.
In social circles, he was easy to get along with and showed an aptitude for listening well before speaking. The words he said were not much, but within those few utterances were undiscovered gems of wisdom. His acquaintance with people was many, but closeness with friends were few. He did not need many, just the ones that mattered, the ones he needed. He was genuine; the person you saw was the same person that everyone else saw. He was not a different personality in different situations; he was consistently himself. You often see him at restaurants or sitting at a shopping mall with people around him, talking to one another. However, you can tell by their body language and how they are sitting that he is the real center of attention. You are asking yourself, "So, how is this a ghost story?"If you haven't figured it out, the person in this story IS the ghost. A ghost of the worst kind, the kind that knows it is dead and has no intention of moving on, can physically interact with the living at will. He's comfortable in his skin, but whose skin will it be tomorrow?
Photo credit -The New Yorker
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